#tgmo

[justanothervideogamenerd]

can someone (who’s in TGMO) tell me why people are leaving?! I’m so confused right now. Someone message me please and let me know what the fuck is going on

[ari-zonia]

Chuggaaconroy is a fully functioning webiste

themetropolitanmutantofark

[ari-zonia]

Ya pick up Mario, you take him on a date, and then you drop him off!

Me, explaining how to move Mario in Mario Maker

[ctf-posts]

WELL, IT’S NO SOOPER NINDOOPER!

A comic that I submitted for a contest that I didn’t win. But hey! Now all you dudes and dudettes out there can read it in the privacy of your own dashboard.

[ravinia-lux]

The Games Move On // ravi x zara

Checking to make sure Killian was safely asleep in the tree next to her, Ravi began her slow ascent to the ground. He was a good partner. It was true. But she was restless. He wanted to stay hidden for a while longer while the weaker Tributes killed themselves off; after all, it was about the time of Games when deaths picked up again.

But that wasn't Ravi's style. No - she was a huntress. She wouldn't stand for this idle sitting in the trees. A few days had passed, and she was hungry. Not physically, because the leaves of the tree proved edible, and locusts carcasses were abundant. No, she had bloodlust, and she could feel it.

She had considered killing Killian. The two of them had built up a rapport over the many days in the tree together. They could joke and smile at each other now. But it had crossed her mind, once or twice. How easy it would be to push him from his limb as she kept the night watch. How easy it would be to strangle him while he slept, or slip one of her knives across his throat. It would have been so simple to do it. 

But Killian was a good competitor. It would be shameful, verging on honorless, to kill him in his sleep. No, if she was to end his life, it would be in a proper fight, after their agreement. She wouldn't kill him without valor. But still, the ache itched under the skin of her fingers. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered Mathias' breath bubbling out of his mouth, or the way Alayne slumped sideways. She needed another cannon. And if it wasn't going to be Killian's, she needed to move. She needed to hunt.

Ravinia silently landed on the forest floor with her knife in hand. Many of the bugs were beginning to rot, and soon they would be worthless for food, so she munched a few down before trekking out. The rotting bodies let out an awful stench, but she knew it would mask her approach - a Tribute worried about the smell wouldn't be thinking about the sound of someone walking. Still, she had to be careful. The insects made for nasty crunching noises underfoot. 

Ravinia found her way to the river and slowly started padding along its length. She knew the bugs were salty; someone would want water. And the river was the prime place to get it.